What If?
What if I was pretty,
would you finally see?
Not just a shadow fading
like dusk's soft sigh,
but a pulse of warmth
beneath cold reverie?
What if I was clever,
with thoughts carved in sky,
would you hold dear
the wonders I weave and feel,
or let my whispered words
like autumn leaves fly?
What if I was fearless,
with fire's fierce zeal,
would dreams still flicker
like candles in the rain,
or could I trust
the flame I'm learning to steal?
What if I was worthy,
in night's quiet plain,
would your arms be my harbor
from the storm,
or would I drift alone,
wrapped in silence and pain?
What if I was true,
like rivers that transform,
could joy bloom gently
in this restless mind,
or vanish like mist
before the morning warm?
What if?
What if?
What if these echoes
never untwine?
Oh, the ache of feeling alone
in a world too loud,
like a fragile leaf
trembling in the wildest cloud.
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- Echoes of What If
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YOU ARE READING
the words I kept
Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dis...
